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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 9c/?
(Anonymous) 2014-09-24 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)The woman leaned over her; it was indeed the slave who had brought her food and water during the last days, and she lifted Tara’s head to help her drink. That was where her kindness ended, however. She finished washing Tara’s body and, after dusting her face with healing powder, simply left without a word, leaving Tara lying on a thin blanket in the dark hut, swathed in pain, cold with terror and completely naked.
Despite her pain, Tara tried to roll herself into the blanket, but the thin, threadbare rag offered neither warmth nor comfort. Eventually she fell asleep again, only to be plagued by nightmares which left a lingering taste of bitter bile in her mouth when she awoke. This time it hadn’t been Julie or any of her other friends, it had been Vincent she had been dreaming about. Nailed to a cross, his belly slit open and his guts hanging out, covered in blood, and blood running out of his mouth.
“My queen…”, he had rasped, looking at her with his burning, one eyed stare. “My queen….”
Tara tried to shake her head to dislodge that image yet succeeded only in sending jolts of fiery pain through her shoulders. The light filtering through the cracks in the ceiling told her it was morning and she had been unconscious for the whole night, but she still felt as if she hadn’t rested at all. She slowly tried to sit up, but her arms were so stiff and sore that it was an ordeal just to get up onto her knees.
Just in that moment the door opened and before Tara could even think of wrapping the blanket around her naked body, Tiberius strode in with Aquila, her torturer, in tow. Tara closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, summoning all the strength she had to endure this humiliation, and instead of cowering or wrapping her arms around herself, she straightened up and looked Tiberius straight in the eyes.
Tiberius returned that look for a while before letting his eyes shamelessly roam over Tara’s body.
“Aquila told me he couldn’t get more out of you than what you already told me.”
Tara thrust out her chin in false bravado.”That’s because it’s true.”
Tapping his chin Tiberius nodded. “I am not satisfied.”
“I’m sorry.” Tara tried to calm her heartbeat. “But you can torture me to death and won’t get any other information because that is the truth.”
Tiberius lifted his eyebrows. “All of it?”
“All of it.”
“Very well.” He waved lazily at his companion. “Aquila.”
The elderly warrior disappeared, only to return moments later with a slave girl, a child of no more than ten years. She looked absolutely terrified, and Tara felt her stomach revolt with fear.
“Now I know you have been through quite a lot, my dear”, Tiberius said friendly. “And I have little doubts that you wouldn’t spoil your secrets no matter what we do. But...” His smile turned into something unpleasant. “But an innocent girl?”
Tara stared at him with her chest heaving in panic. “What?”
Tiberius leaned forward. “Tell me the truth or Aquila will break the girl’s arms.”
The girl began to cry, an almost silent stream of tears falling from big, terrified eyes.
“And then he will break her legs”, Tiberius went on, his voice flat and cold. “And if you still refuse to cooperate, he will fuck her unconscious.”
Tara swallowed the bile that was about to rise and shook her head. “I have told you the truth, Tiberius, please...”
“Aquila.”
Aquila took the girl’s arm in both his hands and she began to scream.
“NO!” Tara felt sweat break out on her forehead. “No! Please!!”
Tiberius lifted his hands and Aquila released the girl’s arm, but still held her pressed to his chest with the other arm.
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 9d/?
(Anonymous) 2014-09-24 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)“I lost it!” Tara was about to wring her hands but the pain in her shoulders prevented her from bringing her hands together. “You have to believe me!”
“I decide what I believe or not!”, Tiberius barked and gave Aquila a sign with his hand. The latter adjusted his grip, and snapped the girl’s arm right above the elbow. She and Tara screamed almost simultaneously.
“Stop it!” With a nauseating feeling of horror Tara felt tears running down her cheeks. “Please, please stop it! I lost the chip, please believe me! I lost it when I was captured!”
Tiberius stared at her with an unmoving face and waved at Aquila again. But just as Tara was about to scream no again he released the girl and told her to go to the temple. The girl vanished, silent with pain and shock.
“So.” Tiberius turned to face Tara again. “This is more than inconvenient.”
Tara swallowed hard and felt caught in a nightmare. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
Because she wasn’t asleep.
“I meant to use the chip to avoid necessary bloodshed and carnage when taking what should be mine”, Tiberius said. “Something that would be mine if it weren’t for you.” He got up again and slowly walked up to Tara and the post she was tied to. He went down into a crouch. “That city is mine. And I do not care about the people living there.” He lowered his voice, and Tara felt cold chills crawl down her spine. “You, however, do. So it will be in your best interest to cooperate.”
“What would you have me do?”, she whispered.
Tiberius smiled, a smile that made Tara’s blood run cold. “Tomorrow night you will become my wife, and together, we will march into New Vegas, as King and Queen of the Mojave. And since your people love you so much... I am sure they will welcome you and your husband with open arms.”
And before Tara could rally herself and even think of something to answer he stood up again, and with his dark, red cloak flowing from his shoulders he turned around and was out of the door that Aquila softly closed behind him.
And Tara, still naked, still in pain and in shock from seeing a girl’s arms broken, slowly sank into a heap onto her thin, threadbare blanket, the heavy chain cold around her ankle.
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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 9d/?
(Anonymous) 2014-09-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)I look eagerly forward to Aquila making Vincent's acquaintance.
-Fish!Anon